I could hardly wrap my head around the fact that I was actually on an airplane, all by myself. The reality hit me in waves as I stared out the tiny window, watching the clouds drift by. In my bag, tucked safely away, was the box Aiden had given me. I'd managed to coax the next letter out of him too, a small victory in the midst of all the chaos.
Being in NYC, I wanted to make every second count, especially since I knew I'd only have that one chance to see him. It was strange, bittersweet almost, knowing that this was it.
Elias must have assumed I wasn't traveling solo because he booked my return flight for a week later. I guess he figured I'd have company or maybe just wanted to give me some extra time. Either way, I owed him big time.
How do you even begin to thank someone like Elias?
